Right now, I’m doing sewing classes. As you imaginary readers know, I don’t know how to sew, and yet, I’m taking 1A/B Textiles Design and Technology.

I’m making a dress. It has green flowers all over it and hopefully I’ll be able to actually wear it.

…presuming I’d want to be seen in it once I’m finished.

Today was my second lesson. I’ve learnt and remembered a lot, and so far, I’ve sewn the…watchimacallit to the thingamabob. In Cat Madanese, I’ve sewn the top of the front to the bit where the shoulders are, and I’ve attached that to the back.

Yeah…I’m not going to survive this.

And guess who my incredibly supportive assistant is?

Flashback to this morning…

I was sewing the watchimacallit to the thingamabob, when he walked in front of the window I was facing when I worked. I wish to god I hadn’t looked up…

“I didn’t know you dressed in drag,” was my response.

He was wearing one of the wedding dresses which the teacher had put on display, to show us what you could do in sewing. “Here comes the bride…all fat and wide….” he sang.

I was grateful though. I hadn’t been having a good day, I was too busy worrying about MJ, so I needed a laugh.

Sometimes I wonder if I am a bad influence on my friends….yesterday, I started talking to MJ on Facebook, and he told me that he was getting away from his parents’ house, as they had banned him from going out with friends. Sound familiar nonexistent regulars?

By the way, no, I didn’t finish Cat’s Run Away. You know how it ended, I went home, nothing changed, except my friendship with Flash. End of story. I might tell the rest some day, but only if I’m very bored.

His case was a lot more understanding than mine though. They had banned him from his best friend, because they thought he was gay. Yes, they’re homophobic, and it sucks. Because his best friend, aka my ‘Grandma’, isn’t gay. But MJ is.

Yeah…not good.

Anyway, so that was my day. Now I’m doing something fun. Writing! Then I’ll do a drawing for Pancake’s birthday next week. Then I’ll do fun things for the rest of the holidays.

I got in. “I’m so sorry, I had a fight with mum and she didn’t want to take me.”

“It’s ok, we’ve still got about an hour before the assignment starts, just let me pin back your hair…”

On the drive there, she explained to me what was going on. “This isn’t a photoshoot, what’ll be happening is I’ll be putting on your makeup, and my supervisor is going to judge it, not just how it looks, but how I put it on, how I treat you, because it’s also about how I treat you as a client.

“Now, there’s three looks, as you know. Day makeup, photoshoot makeup and theatre makeup, which is where you wear the beard.”

I grinned. “Yeah, beards aren’t usually suitable for day makeup.”

We got there with about half an hour to spare. Because taxis are incredibly expensive, Willow and I agreed to take the money out of my pay. Thankyou mother…

We soon got started. I actually enjoyed the first two looks, though Willow was under just as much pressure to do well. It was relaxing for me, just to sit back. I also got to see what sort of stuff they did at the academy. It’s not just makeup, they also focus on skin care and beauty therapy, which was shown in the assignment. The supervisor would come around and check out what we were doing and ask Willow questions about me.

Finally, it was time for the theatre makeup. And it was a lot harder than it looked on America’s Next Top Model.

One word of advice, nonexistent fans. Adhesive hurts. Don’t put it on your face unless you have to.

That’s what Willow used to stick the beard on my face. After shading in the stubble on my face, the adhesive went on. It wasn’t until it had been on for ten minutes that it started hurting. It wasn’t too much though. Well, I wasn’t screaming.

My favourite part, of course, was the wig. I love wigs. I wore one when I snuck out of the house one time, and I try them on whenever I can. And I definitely would’ve worn the wig Willow put on me, though the only reason it fit was because my hair was pinned up and stuffed under a cap.

Also part of my makeup was a series of bruises and one large scar, as the students needed to demonstrate two techniques. My story was that I was a professor who had given someone a bad grade, and he was beaten up by that student. When my makeup was done, I started cracking up, because I looked like my former Homeroom teacher, Meester Swinney. I was also given a shirt and a tie, which only emphasised the resemblance.

Once we had finished, Willow went to talk with her teacher, and I stayed behind with the other freak shows. In the room with me was a corpse prom queen, a burn victim, Alice in Wonderland’s Red Queen-who had her throat slit, Link- much to the delight of every nerd in the room, a Na’vi/A blue guy from Avatar for those of you who don’t remember what they’re called, a werewolf, some sort of alien, and…

“Daniel!” I hissed.

He turned from admiring one of the makeup artists, who had a disturbingly low top, and turned to me. Two seconds passed in complete silence. Then he started cracking up.

I just shook my head and started chatting to my friend from Avatar. He nearly jumped when I opened my mouth and I started talking. “I thought you were a guy!” he exclaimed.

Everyone thought the same. One of the teachers had to ask. I just laughed, and preyed that we’d get the mother fudging adhesive stuff off soon.

After I had taken my selfies (and let Daniel laugh at me until he couldn’t breathe), Willow took the stuff off my face and the pins out of my hair. I got $40 for all that, which was just fine with me.

While waiting for my bus, I started drawing Mister Madigan from my photo, when Mister Avatar turned up. (Yes, I’m calling him Mister Avatar for the benefit of you silly imaginary readers who don’t understand Na’vi.) “Hey!” he said. “You don’t have a beard!”

“Hey,” I greeted him. “You’re not blue either!”

“And you look like a girl!” he exclaimed. “How about that?”

I stuck my tongue out at him. “My bus is here,” I indicated the bus pulling in.

So yesterday, I was asked to do a photo shoot, a paid one, which alone was exciting, because until now, I’ve been doing free work to gain experience.

It’s going to be a makeup shoot, and there’s going to be three different looks. It’s going to be a long day though, and there’ll be little breaks in between, if any. Fortunately, Daniel’s going to be there to keep an eye out.

Unfortunately, that means he’s going to be seeing my makeup.

The first two looks are pretty simple. First is basic day makeup, second is glamour makeup, which means I get to look pretty.

The third is a special sort of theatre makeup.

And long story short, they’re going to turn me into a guy.

Now shut the fudge up Daniel! You too, nonexistent reader! I can hear your snickering…

I’m really looking forward to the shoot though, because I do like out-there makeup. And from this, I can get lots of cool photos for my portfolio.

And a lot of stories to tell my friends.

I feel like I’m in a good place at the moment with my modelling. I’m pretty happy with how much work I’m getting at the moment. Like, between school, athletics, and other stuff in Reality, there’s not much time I get for myself. It would be different if I was a professional model working full time, but I’m not, I’m still a teenager, and I’m still in school, and until now, I’ve been doing work for experience.

A lot of people ask me “How far would you go?” when it comes to modelling. That, I’m not entirely sure. To start off with, whenever I think about going to castings or applying for a spot in something, I become the most cautious person on the Internet. I mean, nowadays, especially now we can communicate without actual contact, there are so many traps a person can get into. So when I hear about a job, say on Model Mayhem, I will thoroughly research that photographer until I’m convinced that it’s not a seedy guy that will try to get me to take my shirt off.

I don’t think I’d like to do full on nudity. Lingerie, maybe. Like, if by some miracle, Victoria’s Secret wanted me to be one of their angels, I would probably accept that. But I would not be comfortable posing for a life-drawing class. The way I see it, if I were a lingerie model, the main focus would be the lingerie, rather than my body. I wouldn’t have a problem with that, the lingerie is what’s up for sale. Whereas naked modelling has only one focus; when people see the photo, there’s only one thing they look at. Plus, if I did something like that, I’d be afraid that people would judge me for it, and I wouldn’t be taken as seriously. Think about it, what sort of person has naked photos taken?

What I do like is the weird, crazy stuff. I’d be thrilled if someone asked me to pose with a python, or do a photoshoot while skydiving, or, yes, wear a beard and moustache. What’s the point of being Cat Madigan if I don’t do mad stuff? Yeah, a lot of people are going to laugh and maybe even talk behind my back, but the people I care about won’t. Sure, they’ll tease me, but they won’t think less of me for doing it.

I’d find it sort of ironic. People would hate on someone for cross dressing, and at the same time, they wouldn’t even blink if a model took off their clothes on camera. Says a lot about society. Weirdness is not accepted, whereas sex is.

Okay, time to stop before this becomes a rant. I’m not sure if I’m going to post photos on here, I don’t want imaginary stalkers following me in the street. Or maybe I’m ready to show my face…

Nah. ^_^ But I might post a photo if it doesn’t have my whole face showing. Or I could draw them. And I’m definitely going to write about the photoshoot, so stay tuned.

Question of the Day: What’s your opinion on modelling? Do you enjoy the weird and mad couture and makeup? Do you wish that there was less sex in magazines? Leave your imaginary comments below.

Okay, time for bed. Daniel has fallen asleep already, now where’s my marker…